Archive for April, 2009

A final Haiku for the month



 Sunlit apple tree

      scented blanket covers ground

           white petals falling

 9/7/03           Phyllis VanVleck


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It’s a time of vernal promise

A time we all will share

Nature’s presenting her Spring Show

To be seen just everywhere


As trees awaken from slumber

From a winter much too cold

The last tenacious leaves of fall

Release their desperate hold


In the wake of April’s cool tears

Comes May with her golden smile

The air is filled with fragrance

As trees blossom forth in style


There’s new emerald carpeting

Replacing what winter browned

Crocus, iris, and daffodils

Poke heads from pungent ground


Vast panoramas of color

Are the hills, valleys and plains

The rivers and lakes overflow

Swollen by heavy spring rains


Tulips reach for the sun’s warm kiss

Stretching their long green necks

Busily building nurseries

Are wee feathered architects


Spring holds promise for each of us

With summer so close at hand

The sun, warm rain, and gentle breeze

Now awaken the land


1/29/88       Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Green shoots and delicate blossoms

          Make “Awakening Spring” , Act One

An expectant time in seasons

          For new life has just begun


Act Two is “Summer’s Balmy Days”,       

          With robes of emerald green

Sun kissing beautiful flowers

          Rainbows completing the scene


The curtain opens on Act Three

          “Autumn’s Colorful Pageantry”,

With splashes of reds and yellows

          Resplendent on every tree


Act Four, and the final curtain

          Brings us “Winter’s Wanton Winds”,

And her frosty ermine blankets

          The production finally ends


But nature never seems to tire,

          For each year she starts anew,

And behind a brand new curtain

          Each season awaits its cue.


10/30/88    Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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The “redneck”was true to his role

And whiskey was claiming his soul

He staggered outside

To the outhouse he hied

And promptly fell into the hole


His rescuers chided the drunk

Concerning his odious dunk

So he muttered good news

He was giving up booze

Because after he sunk, he stunk.



9/94  Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Coming down in sheets,

it resembles a silver lame theater curtain.

A gift of nature’s beauty.

Preceding summer hail,

it portends worse to come, as we await the yellowing of the sky.

But sometimes it dances on my window panes,

and makes its own melody on the tin roof of my cabin, as I drift off to sleep, mesmerized by its charm. 

It cleanses my roof, and compacts the dust of the twisted lane to my cabin,

making little puddles  that serve as bird spas … mud baths in the dirt – drinking cups in the gravel.

It fills blossom cups that serve  as chalices for butterflies

And it makes the hot earth send up moist earth aromas.

As a child, I loved to stand or dance on the lawn, as it made my clothes cling to my body, cooling  me on a hot summer day.

Sometimes it fills my rain-barrel, becoming the source of future shampoos.

I love to watch the little spirals each drop makes on the quiet water of my pond.

When driving in the darkness of evening, it makes car lights shine with diamond rays.

Washing the dust of time from everything.

God blesses us with every raindrop.


Phyllis A. DeWitt-VanVleck

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Sad old scarecrow, tattered and torn                    

I think I heard him cry,

or did the wind just sigh?

No wonder poor thing’s so forlorn —

no duty to uphold,                    

he shivers in the cold,

in summer clothes he’s always worn         


9/9/04       Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Beautiful tulips


     stretching their long slender necks


          greeting the warm sun



3/18/90             Phyllis VanVleck

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